Three years from now, I don’t know whether I will be alive or not.
One thing I am sure is of getting more wrinkles on my face. Like this:

My writings may get better. Let’s HOPE so. I started writing this year in February, at the behest of my daughter. She was the one to encourage me. I wouldn’t have written one word even. You do need someone at your back, but she is far away from me.

Writing is like driving. When you drive more, your driving improves. I am hoping with more writing, it will improve. I will keep on SCRAMBLING.

I may learn to draw better and better photos too.

Better poetry too.

Learning in life goes on.

Here is to a better blog in the year 2016.

Life is a mystery, one doesn’t know
What lies ahead, would love the info
Echoes from the past, will follow
Hoping for the best, what life will bestow

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Daily Prompt: Celebrate Good Times
You receive some wonderful, improbable hoped-for good news. How do you celebrate?
Show Celebration.

Happiness and sorrow live side by side. One moment you are feeling on top of the world, and the next moment you are down under….

For me every day is a celebration.

Celebration to be alive.

Normally I receive my daily prompt about seven in the morning. Today I took a look at it after nine while I was having breakfast. I was thinking what to write, when a phone call came about the death of an uncle. You can imagine what happened to my thoughts. They got scattered like particles of fine sands on a beach.

I recall an occasion to celebrate was the birth of my grandson TJ. My daughter, already had three daughters. When she phoned to tell me, tears started running down my face.

It was a momentous occasion.

Here is my poem to Celebration.

It was a happy occasion to celebrate
Hearing the news, we felt elated
The worries fell away, happiness was there
The air danced around us, we felt feted

Everywhere around us happiness reigned
Tears were there too, but joy abound
We felt airborne upon the good news
Laughter rung out at celebration new found